‘I can do almost half of anything. I can have my moments with brilliant flashes, and once in a while I can feel like the one that you’ve been searching for your whole life. And the stitches break, and the whole thing comes apart, and you see that I’m just a child with a bunch of guitars… I found a way to be the master of trickery. Some kind of melody to cover my malady. I can get by with seven life times. No one ever really called me on my shit. But I’m a little tired, and I want to find the rest of you. No more half of my heart. I mean, eventually… But for a little while longer, I’m gonna stay where I am. For a little while longer, get away with it while I can. My age is just a number. Sooner down the line, when that number climbs higher, it’s just gonna look strange, you know. Oh there is John Mayer, he is 52 years old and there’s an 18 year old Russian model with him. Yeah, that’s a sad motherfucker right there. You know what I mean? That’s not a good thing. I don’t want to be that guy. I probably won’t, but you know, shit. I don’t think anyone ever said when I’m 52 I’m gonna date 18 year old models. Hmm, yes, if I can successfully maneuver through a rock and roll lifestyle, with all of my heart. Then one day, I would enjoy the irony of standing on stage singing about when I was back in my early thirties and working off by half of my heart, with some beautiful giggling little fat baby boy or girl, with the big concert headphones on on the side of the stage. That would be fun. It would be fun for me to sing Half of my Heart like an old leather bound first edition book. But it’s up to me, you know. It’s up to me. I’ve got too much to give, I’ve got too long to live, and I’ve got too much to give.’ — John Mayer (via forsythina)
Ha! I’d have his babies AND take photos of him with Russian models so long as he hires a hot 25 year old intern boy toy every year or so.